Start of the war and soldiers say goodbye,
All are crying hoping they will not die.
Upbeat songs sung all through the streets,
Telling their families they will once again meet.
Living in trenches with disease or lice,
Life or death happens to be the price.
All day in cold wet dirt,
Some of them dead and some of them hurt.
Orders are given at just the right time,
Over the top all the men will climb.
Most men fear being hurt than being dead,
Knowing only machine guns, bombs, and gases are ahead.
No mans land is where they go,
To make it safe they must stay low.
Trenches unbareable throughout the day,
All they can do is sit around and pray.
Put on trial for cowardice is the deal,
To teach others that this is real.
Bodies laying on the ground everywhere,
With so many dead who's to care.
Land being destroyed left and right,
Some wonder if justice is worth the fight.
Saying goodbye to your dead army friend,
Hoping that one day this will all end.
All are crying hoping they will not die.
Upbeat songs sung all through the streets,
Telling their families they will once again meet.
Living in trenches with disease or lice,
Life or death happens to be the price.
All day in cold wet dirt,
Some of them dead and some of them hurt.
Orders are given at just the right time,
Over the top all the men will climb.
Most men fear being hurt than being dead,
Knowing only machine guns, bombs, and gases are ahead.
No mans land is where they go,
To make it safe they must stay low.
Trenches unbareable throughout the day,
All they can do is sit around and pray.
Put on trial for cowardice is the deal,
To teach others that this is real.
Bodies laying on the ground everywhere,
With so many dead who's to care.
Land being destroyed left and right,
Some wonder if justice is worth the fight.
Saying goodbye to your dead army friend,
Hoping that one day this will all end.